After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

It was a dream about a genius magician who was saved from the claws of a dragon by a brave man.

Frodo couldn't help but look at the figure that appeared in her mind, which was almost exactly the same as herself. She closed her eyes slightly and a peaceful smile appeared on her face.

——Then, I’ll leave it to you.

Frodo felt a warm current flowing through her body.

The warm current appears in every part of the body, flows along every blood vessel, and finally converges into a rushing and violent stream of water, concentrated in the palm of the hand.

Frodo opened her eyes and looked at the thick magic power gathered in her hands, a smile appeared on her face.

That is a fictitious magic theory that only exists in my mind.

It is a concept that goes beyond common sense and a world value that has no precedent.

But today, with the blessing of that extraordinary magic power, it became a reality.

Several fast horses appeared in front of Frodo.

And behind that, the vanguard of the enemy forces can also be seen.

Thus, the magic power gathered in Frodo's hands was transformed into magic that could distort the common sense of the world through the theory engraved in her mind.

"—Break through the sky. Flood, shatter the world, descend here!"

With a "ping" sound, Frodo heard the sound of something breaking in her mind.

And even I don't know what it is.

Yet, at this moment, the magic did work.

That's not something as trivial as a rainstorm.

It was like a torrent.

They turned into waves, violently engulfing the vanguard of the enemy forces.

Frodo Volgograd.

At this moment, a piece of the lead attached to her body fell off.

And what leaked out from the gap was undoubtedly a golden light.

Chapter 31 A Person of Respect

"--assault!"

There's no better time than now.

While astonishment was still filling the soldiers' eyes, Mattia's voice shook the surroundings.

Immediately, as if awakened, shouts and cries of killing echoed.

That was the howling that began with the intention of destroying the enemy's vanguard and tearing the entire army apart.

Supporting the front line were the Heraldic Knights and a small number of surviving elven soldiers.

There are about 150 people in total.

Everyone raised their spears and swords and attacked the enemy army that numbered over a thousand.

At this point, it doesn't matter whether it's an elf or a human.

Under the command of Saint Matthias, the revolutionary army of Eltis, which had a golden opportunity, took advantage of the streets and held the enemy's elite troops hostage.

Everyone understood that this was the last good chance and the last bright light to pave the way.

Murphy couldn't help but let out a breath.

That’s great, it’s really great.

Although I know that she, the former Frodo with the title of Magic Reformer, would use summoning wind and rain as one of her common tactics.

Even if it's only localized, this kind of magic is extremely powerful on the battlefield.

After all, on the battlefield, a change in weather can have a far greater impact than thousands of troops, and may even become a turning point in history.

However, although I knew about the magic of heavy rain, I had never heard of a flood like this.

Murphy could feel that her throat seemed to be a little sore.

The hairs on my arms stood up, and my heart was filled with excitement and anxiety.

First of all, I was excited to discover a little bit of Frodo Volgograd's talent.

But at the same time, from this point of view, he was also uneasy because the enemy had not completely collapsed.

This is the divergence point on the battlefield.

It is natural that if the enemy concentrates a large number of troops in front of the main gate, the combat effectiveness of the side roads will become weak.

Therefore, although the front line had been completely destroyed by the enemy, it still did not go to destruction.

And, fortunately, the enemy's fangs have not yet reached the rear guard where Eltis is.

In other words, as long as we can resist stubbornly here, there will be a chance of victory.

On the other hand, if we were to be defeated by the enemy's elite troops here and have to give way, we would be doomed.

The rearguard had no strength left to withstand the enemy's assault.

Just one blow and we will collapse.

So, here it is.

The dividing point of the battlefield is here.

At this moment, we must be determined to die.

In order not to lose to the opponent's overwhelming momentum, he had to grit his teeth even if his flesh and blood were torn apart.

However, what makes people feel sad is that the gap in numbers is absolute.

No matter how we used the narrowness of the streets to stop the enemy, the total number of enemies was still over a thousand.

In contrast, there are only one hundred and fifty here.

And now, after a period of struggle, the number has become even smaller.

In other words, it is true that the front line is being pushed forward bit by bit by the enemy.

So, Murphy's pupils naturally captured the palace where Lagias was in front of him.

Although my right hand and fingertips have lost sensation.

But fortunately, his feet and left hand were still able to move freely.

After a short rest, the exhausted physical strength has been restored to some extent.

That's it.

Take a deep breath, once.

Take three shallow breaths.

Then at the end, spit it out deeply.

My breath has recovered a little, and the strength in my hands has also returned a little.

So, Murphy used his remaining left hand to hold the sword that had fallen earlier.

In order to prevent the sword from being bounced away, he used his little finger even harder than before.

"You're going to pretend to be a warrior and rush in there like this?"

Hearing this, Murphy's body twitched unconsciously and her shoulders shook.

Filia's voice was not the usual voice that penetrated the body.

But it's a sound that is somewhat peaceful, somewhere.

"Of course. Hey, even if I only have one hand left, I can still eat bread, right?"

I've long been accustomed to the pain.

Just look at the drooping right arm and you will know how ugly this body is.

I had never thought about it as a fighting force, but I couldn't just sit back and watch the situation on the battlefield.

Well, it's you, Filia.

If you stay here, you'll be in trouble.

Although they were supposed to stay as guards or something, there was absolutely no need for that.

If Frodo is the lord of the sky who can control the weather, then Filia is undoubtedly the lord of the battlefield.

Wielding a long sword and chopping down all the enemies, the heroic figure moving across the battlefield will attract everyone.

And that overwhelming bravery will inspire the entire army.

She was once known as the goddess of war, and here she will also show her prowess.

Especially, under the current circumstances.

Of course, Murphy doesn't think that his speculation and interpretation of the battle situation are correct.

It would be strange if you guessed it right.

But, at least, this can be considered the minimum level of understanding.

Murphy actually knew very well that at this moment, abandoning Filia, the trump card, and letting her be his guard was a decision that absolutely should not be made.

That is, the act of throwing the trump card into the ditch.

Moreover, Murphy didn't think he needed such high-end and classy guards.

The so-called guards are set up to protect valuable beings.

So, he shook his uncontrollable right hand and expressed this to Filia.

He knew very well that after saying these words to Filia, he would definitely be called a fool.

And you'll be called, well, an idiot.

But, in the end, she will still go to the battlefield.

Because Murphy knew that Filia was a smart person, he believed that she would make the right choice.

However, the actual answer he got was completely different from what he had guessed.

In an instant, Murphy suddenly found that silver hair was touching the tip of her nose.

Even his body was pulled closer by the strong force.

"Don't push yourself so hard. Please, please don't do anything that would hurt yourself anymore."

When Murphy heard the whisper in her ear, she wanted to say something at first.

For example, tell the other person that this is not the right time to say such things, or respond by simply brushing her off.

But, I just couldn't say anything.

Hearing Filia's pleading voice, Murphy's eyes widened and he didn't move.

I felt as if Filia's fingertips were piercing deeply into my back.

It was indeed powerful, but it was so strong, as if it cared about me unconsciously.

Please, is that what you said just now?

This woman, Filia.

Putting aside the words of ordering others, it seems that she has never asked anyone for anything in her life.

In an instant, Murphy felt that her body, from her toes to her hair, was overwhelmed by the waves of emotions.

Those emotions seemed to become my own spokesperson, unable to even express them in words.

"...You stay here. Don't worry, everything the enemy has, victory and honor, will be easily taken."

As she said this, Filia's tone had returned to her normal state.

It was a commanding tone, with a hint of arrogance in the words.

She is still the same.

But why?